Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, black cloak. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Frug took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Military, Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 300 gp. Pink pearl (110 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. He has a hunchback. His auburn hair is still thick. His ears are large.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls.

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly longbows and halberds. He has moderate length silver hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Malachite (9 gp). Peridot (60 gp).

Description: 6'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a grey costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. He wears a colorful flower in his green crest. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. After coming to the age of reason, Fax took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1200 sp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is renowned for his bright red suits and hats. His white crest is heavily combed to the left. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Brewer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Brewer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Brewer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's also a talented Dyer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 gp.